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My blue eyes snapped open when I heard feet stopping down the stairs. I sat up quickly, swallowed my fear and kept my eyes glued to the floor as they came into my room. They were wearing their work clothes still; suits.

"Dog, look what I got for you." Mr. Kelly teased dangling it in front of me. I glanced at it and shuddered. I knew that collar all too well, when you don't do as commanded you were shocked. I hated it! I now know why dogs hate it.

"Do ya like that?"

'No! Are you crazy?! Why would I like it?!'

"Yes, master." I said softly.

"What was that, mutt? We couldn't quite hear you." Mrs. Kelly said grabbing my hair and yanking it back sharply. I yelped loudly in pain. I saw them both smirk.

"Yes, master!" I said loudly.

"Good. Now put this on!" Mr. Kelly said pushing the collar in my face. I quickly grabbed the shock collar and put it around my neck. I watched Master from the corner of my eye, even though I already knew what was coming. He walked to the closet in the corner, unlocked it, and pulled out his leather whip, four mini shock collars, a video camera, and hand cuffs.

He handed the video camera to his wife, she stood in front of me and soon the red record light turned on. I glared hard into the camera, wishing it would explode and kill both my captors.

"Behave, Mutt!!" Master yelled, pulling a little remote with a dial with colors above it from his black suit pants pocket. I don't remember why he calls me that, he's never told me.

He turned the dial to the color yellow and pain exploded in my neck. I clenched my teeth together as Mrs. Kelly and Master smirked and chuckled. After a couple moments the pain stopped and I glanced up at Master as he grabbed the mini shock collars and came towards me.

"Put them on your wrists and ankles. Hurry up so I can have some fun." He chuckled evilly, tossing them to me. I put one on each wrist and started putting them on my ankles. "Wait!" I froze. "Take off your clothes first, and then put them on."

I nodded quickly, removed the collars, and took off my old tank top and skinny jeans. I put the collars on my wrists and ankles as told and got on my hands and knees.

I heard the slam of the leather whip hitting the cement floor and shuddered, bracing myself. I gasped as I felt the leather tear my skin. He whipped me twelve more times and I stared at the floor below me, panting slightly.

Master suddenly grabbed my blonde hair and yanked my head up to face him. "Were you a good dog today?" I didn't speak and He slapped me. "Did you talk back?!" He shouted in my face. I had salt waiting to fall from my eyes. A few tears slipped through my barrier.

Master smirked. "That's a yes."

He let go of my hair and walked to my side. I wasn't sure what he would do, but I knew it was bad and it would hurt a lot. Sure enough, I felt the familiar feeling of leather ripping through my skin seconds later. Twenty-three lashes later (I counted), it stopped. I was now covered in sweat; my face had a few tears mixed in, and my back numb.

"Let's give you a little shock, shall we?" Master said laughing cruelly grabbing the remote again. My blue eyes widened and I gasped as I realized what he meant.

He chuckled as he looked at my face. "Don't worry, it'll be fun." He told me, smirking. Bullshit!! "For me." He laughed. Mr. Kelly turned the dial to the color red. I felt the shocks around my neck, up both my arms and legs.

I felt my blood trickling down my back and falling to the forming puddle. Suddenly, I felt my skin ripping and slicing as the leather hit it again and gasped. I will heal faster than them and they love that.

Both the shocks and the lashes were too much to contain and I screamed loudly. The lashes and shocks were repeated over and over as I screamed through my teeth and they continued to laugh at my pain.

Finally they stopped, the shocks, the lashes, the laughter all stopped. I could only hear my heart beating rapidly, my panting, their chuckles, and the dripping of my blood.

My throat was a desert, my back was numb, and my arms and legs sore. A rough hand invaded my field of vision holding the shock collars remote. I glanced up at Master, took the remote, set it in front of me, starring at it.

I heard Master's heavy footsteps walk around me and stop. "When I call you, turn it to black." Master said readying his whip. I looked at the small grey remote and noticed that there was only three colors above the dial; yellow, red, and black.

I shouted out in surprised as the skin on my back ripped again and I heard my blood splash on the floor. On the floor, on the walls, under me, in my hair, on my underwear was blood; my blood. My barrier broke and a river of tears flowed down my soft cheeks.

"Dog!" I jumped slightly as I heard him shout. I grabbed the remote, swallowed, turned the dial to the color black, and quickly slid the remote towards Master, so I can't change it and get into more trouble.

When the shocks started and his lashes continued, I couldn't take it anymore and screamed as loud as I could. As I screamed bloody murder, they continued recording me and laughing. They love to record my pain, so they can watch it over and over.

They've kept every tape for the last six years.

Finally, the lashes stopped and so did the shocks. "Lay down." He instructed. I lied on my belly with my arms stretched out. It hurt so bad to move but I did it anyway. I felt my wet blood on my skin and shivered.

He turned the shocks on low and started to lash at my legs as I started to pant and flinch, clenching my jaw. After he finished the back of my legs, he did my arms, and then turned me on my back, which stung like a bitch.

Master grabbed the handcuffs, dragged my body a few feet, and handcuffed my hands around a pole a few feet from my bed. He slashed at the front of my legs for a while then stopped. He started to punch, kick, and slap me hard. Honestly, it didn't hurt much anymore.

Suddenly, he lashed out his leg and kicked me in the side of my head. My head hung, my arms pull up above my head, and my legs stretched out. Black dots started to invade my vision, I knew I was passing out, and welcomed it as Mr. and Mrs. Kelly continued to laugh loudly, like it was the funniest thing in the world. 

It wasn't even close.